Ready to Root

As you might have guessed, we’re back in Canada! Halifax, to be more precise. Though my initial intention was to move to PEI for the summer to help manage my dad’s estate, we ultimately decided that Halifax is home, and we can accomplish our goals with a few trips and some serious elbow grease. The hardest work is sometimes just in getting started, and thankfully we have done that. It’s been a tough road, but I thank the gods daily for my sister.

Matt has also been an absolute champ with the amount of travel and upheaval during this past month. You’d expect things might have slowed down once we came back to Canada, but somehow it feels like everything has sped up. Lots of family and friendship obligations have gone untended for the nine months I was overseas, so we’ve made an effort to do as much as we can with trips to Cape Breton and PEI. Not to mention apartment hunting. Yeesh!

What nine months abroad really taught me, and what I’m still learning as I reflect back on that time, is how much home and community means to me. I’ve definitely caught the travel bug over the past few years, but I think this trip *might* have cured me, at least for a while. Matt and I are pumped to finally move into our own place here in Halifax, after two years of visiting and travelling and not being able to put down roots. At the moment, it definitely feels like we’re a freshly-cut vine clipping in a big jug of water; that is to say, we are ready to root.

Now that the journey has come to an end, I may set this blog aside for a while. Our experiences as travelling cat sitters were kind of amazing, so I should probably at some point do a roundup of Europe’s Cutest Kitties for the benefit of all. But for now, please accept this as my “so long” post, and if / when that changes, you’ll be the first to know.

Thanks for reading and caring! xoxo

-Janice

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Oh Hai, Dream Come True!

I had two very real, very different dreams come to fruition this week.

YOU SHALL NOT PASS WITHOUT TEARS
First, I got to experience the incredible actor Ian McKellen performing onstage, mere meters away from me, in what has got to be a crowning achievement atop an already splendiferous acting career. King Lear had me in tears, partly because it’s such a tragic tale of father and daughter (making me miss my own dad so much), and partly because, as I said, it was an actual dream come true to see, hear, and share space with one of the most revered actors of our time. I kept thinking to myself, “Dad, I saw Gandalf!”

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OH HAI, DREAM COME TRUE
Next, I got to meet Tommy Wiseau and Greg Sestero, stars of The Room, one of my most beloved films. Perhaps not *quite* as revered as Shakespeare, but definitely more significant in my daily life. The film itself was barely audible over the rowdy goons in the crowd – at one point, they even had to call the police to kick out a group of particularly obnoxious men in Hawaiian shirts, who, I kid you not, brought BOXES FULL of plastic spoons to throw at the screen. Watching the film in this environment was memorable enough, but it was completely surreal to meet, greet, and get a photo (I got the picture) with the stars of this film, which has become a cornerstone in my own life.

IN CASE YOU FEEL LIKE PUNCHING ME
Now, if you’re feeling the strong desire to clock me in the face after reading about my incredible week, I don’t blame you. But let me make a few humble suggestions:

  1. Please don’t. I’m not actually as tough as I look.
  2. Think about your own dreams, what they look like, and small ways in which you might make them a priority in your life. (It’s not as impossible as you might think.)
  3. Remember that I also spend good chunks of time fretting about my future, feeling unwell or homesick, missing my dad, and worrying about all sorts of other #HumanProblems that I don’t need to write about here.

In short: everybody hurts sometimes. And other times you just vote for Pedro.

-Janice